It’s Monday afternoon,

and the sunset looks very pretty.

Both of us just came from work,

and we decided a walk at the beach to offload the day’s baggage will do no harm. She has my book in her hands and is planning on reading almost all the poems I wrote during our high school years. She believes I have to hear everything I wrote. At times, I doubt my writing ability. She has so much faith in me, and at times I’m convinced she has it packed on a shelf where she only knows. I’ve written so many love letters to and about her. I’m still amazed at how I never fail to walk into love with her every time I look into her eyes. She’s perfect, and she’s the love I’ve been yearning for all the days of my existence. She’s my answered prayer.

1BREATHE23 🤍